If there is such a thing as love,
then in Marquee's world there is
but hate. Born with hate,
lived with hate, and reborn to
love the world’s hatred.
How can one bare a child,
yet does not love?
How can one bring the child forth
to life with no love?
How can one just idle by
as the child starve?
Tragedy doesn’t go as far,
or so it shouldn’t, as death.
But the person of this story,
he went through death
and now walk beside life.
No need for boring details,
just watch him dance.
The way he moves,
his hips swaying, his feet flying,
his body moving with the rhythm.
Watch his eyes, dark brown,
like cooled caramel, pull you in.
Don’t look away, you’ll miss
the experience of your life.
Watch his words, wonderful,
sensuous, let it pull you
into a dream you have never seen.
But listen so you’ll know,
he will take you to height,
but you’ll never know
how he sold his body for money,
how he worked to death for
a single grain of rice,
how he shivered in the cold,
hoping for a home’s warmth.
You’ll never know that he walked
thousands of miles to rebirth,
and reborn he was to right here,
in this place of no heaven,
only magic and delights.
Hear his name, he is
Black Liquorice.